Jeff and I decided to walk to our downtown farmer’s market this morning.
Surprisingly, all three kids decided to join us. Walking together reminded me of the times we walked together through Amsterdam and I was thankful they were all with me. It felt weird walking a mile and a half through residential streets when most people are not out walking. We don’t live in a walking kind of town, but it felt good to be an outlier.
I loved walking and people watching and tasting fresh fruits and cheeses. We liked seeing all the vendors, fruits and veggies displays, and listening to the music performers.
Each of us chose something for brunch and we found a table where we could sit together and share a family potluck meal, even sharing utensils. It felt like we were camping. The crazy thing was that both Jeff and I felt the same way and we both said the exact same expression simultaneously. This was so eerily weird and cool at the same time.
While walking back home, we stopped in to see our friends and shared a cup of coffee. I love that this was even a possibility.